This is
A poem for the late nights
Or are they early mornings in disguise?
A song for the lost girls
And the petty details in which they are lost
A letter to the ones who
Spend nights, days, weeks, years
Agonizing about the future
And running from their past
A few stanzas blended together
For the lovers that float in limbo
The ones who can't let go of some scattered connection
That is seemingly unknown to the rest of the universe.
This is
A couple of words bleeding onto paper
That don't tell the whole story at all
*The spaces, however, do.